Chapter 12 #2
“I really don’t care, Kelsea. I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, trailing kisses up my chest until we’re eye to eye. Our mouths finally fuse and this is bliss. Feeling the head of his cock nudge against my center is sweet torture, the most delicious kind of suffering.
“Hurry,” is all I can squeak out, but he shakes his head.
“No baby, I’m gonna take my time with you,” he says, pulling his body off of mine, leaving my skin cold in his wake.
He reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a foil package, ripping open the end with his teeth and sheathing himself in record time.
He’s back on top of me before I even have a chance to miss him, his swollen head nudging my entrance.
“You’re sure about this, Kelsea? This changes everything for us,” he asks, and I smile at his attempt at being considerate.
My hand comes to rest against the stubble on his cheek, and I gaze into his golden hazel eyes. “You changed everything for me the second you carried me out of that apartment months ago, Everett.” I hook my leg around his hip and pull him into me slowly.
The fire in Everett’s eyes blazes as he surges forward, seating himself inside me completely. My back bows off the mattress at the incredible feeling of him claiming my body from the inside out.
“Jesus fuck, goddess. I can feel every fucking inch of you squeezing my cock.” His breath is hot as it fans across my face, his thrusts picking up pace, keeping time with the beats of my heart.
“Oh, god! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chant, my mind going blank of anything but the feeling of Everett’s body colliding with mine.
“Not god, baby. I’m the one who owns this pussy, now,” he says, my body flushing at his words.
“Tell me, Kelsea. Say it.” His thrusts come harder, almost punishingly, and I feel my climax raging towards me like a wildfire.
When I don’t answer him, he slows slightly and my release is ripped away from me.
I let out a frustrated grunt, and he just smirks over me.
“Tell me who owns this pussy, goddess, and I’ll let you come until you can’t breathe.
” He’s so deliciously dirty, and I love it more than I ever thought I would.But I don’t give him the satisfaction of answering him, our bodies warring for control.
I cant my hips up to force him deeper, but he holds himself back.
“Everett Wayne, stop fucking teasing me!” I yell, grasping the sheets beneath me to keep from punching him in his smug face. He circles his hips just perfectly to hit that spot inside of me that makes me see stars every time he thrusts. I’m seconds away from coming when he pulls back again.
“I told you what I want, Kelsea. Give it to me, and I’ll never tease you again. At least, not tonight.” He gives me a wicked grin, and I can’t fight him any longer.
“You, it belongs to you! Now fuck me, damnit!” I yell and he instantly falls into motion.
Slamming his hips into mine, seating his body as deeply into mine as it can possibly go, he rubs tight circles around my clit with his thumb and I feel myself fall over the edge.
My body spasms out of control, every ounce of energy draining from me as I fall over the cliffs and shatter on the rocky shores below.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop.” I hear myself mumble and he obeys.
I feel his steady pace falter as he thickens inside me.
His thrusts are rough and punishing, sweet and controlled, the contrast unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
His body goes rigid as he empties himself into the condom.
He pants my name over and over like a prayer, almost as if he’s going to wake up and find this was all a dream.
We both hold our bodies still for several long minutes, catching our breath and coming back down to earth. Before now, the line between our friendship and something more was already blurring. Now, it’s nonexistent. We’ve blown past it, and I think I’d be perfectly content to never go back.
Everett kisses my forehead lightly as he pulls himself from my body, standing and walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so completely sated with another person in my life as I do right now.
I expect the regret to creep in, but it doesn’t.
There isn’t a single ounce of hesitation or remorse for anything that’s happened tonight.
If anything, I finally feel fulfilled after years of wishing for more.
I slide my body up and lay my head on his pillows, watching him standing in the bathroom. He catches my eyes in the mirror and grins, and my heart flip-flops inside my chest. If I wasn’t in love with this man before, I’m in dangerous territory now.
He flips off the light and comes back to join me in bed.
I brace myself for the awkward post-sex talk that always happens when someone really just wants you to leave, but they’re too polite to come out and say it.
But it never comes. Instead, he rolls my body over so my back is flush with his front and slides his arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against his chest. Everett Blake is cuddling with me after sex.
No. Fucking. Way. He brushes his hand gently over the still-tender ink on my hip, tracing the lines from memory.
I giggle and he scoffs, both of us knowing what I’m thinking.
“Shut up, goddess, or it’ll never happen again.
” He whispers in my ear, but we both know he’s lying.
This feels too good, too right, to be a one-time thing.
He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, taking a deep, relaxing breath, and I feel his muscles slacken.
Slowly, I drift off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of his arms.